Sneezing, tissues, itchy eyes,
allergy’s come to call.
Coughing, cough drops, itchy throat,
maybe because it’s fall.
It makes me wish for winter
even though I detest the cold.
But anything’s better than these symptoms.
I guess I’m getting old.
I have no patience for any of this.
Forgive me pretty please.
I have to cut this poem short.
Here comes another sneeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem